The women of the sailors, unto the… They never hear the breaking waves… But that their hearts are anguish-… For the women of the sailors it’s… The women of the sailors, unto the…

The finest tribute we can pay Unto our hero dead to-day, Is not a rose wreath, white and re… In memory of the blood they shed; It is to stand beside each mound,

The world is full of gladness, There are joys of many kinds, There’s a cure for every sadness, That each troubled mortal finds. And my little cares grow lighter

THEY say somewhere in the distan… Is the town of Nothing-to-Do, Where the sun, they say, shines ev… And the skies are always blue; Where no one tries for a silver pr…

I NEVER pondered much on war, Except to think it was inspiring To have a cause to battle for, To hear the guns and cannons firin… To see brave men rush up to death

Father’s in the woodshed, Cleaning forty fish; Mother’s in the kitchen, Washing every dish; Sister’s upstairs making

Whenever I walk through God’s Ac… I wonder how often the mute voices… ‘I will do a kind deed or will lig… Or rise to a sacrifice splendid– t… I wonder how many fine thoughts un…

The crowded street his playground… A puddle in a vacant lot his sea w… Poor little orphan boy of five, th… Taint every cooling breeze he gets… And he is just as your boy is, a c…

fight worth while on this good old… Isn’t the fight for a hoard of gol… It isn’t the fight to increase you… In stocks and bonds and things to… It isn’t the fight for a higher pl…

All things grow lovely in a little… The brush of memory paints a canva… The dead face through the ages wea… And glorious becomes accomplished… There’s nothing ugly that can live…

The leaves are falling one by one, The Summer days are past and gone… The nights are cool and damp; The little children think it stran… At tea-time, for they note the cha…

‘Oh, if only I had known!’ Said the keeper of the inn. ‘But no hint to me was shown, And I didn’t let them in. ‘Yes, a star gleamed overhead,

As fall the leaves, so drop the da… In silence from the tree of life; Born for a little while to blaze In action in the heat of strife, And then to shrivel with Time’s b…

The sumac’s flaming scarlet on the… An’ the pear trees are invitin’ ev… Now the gorgeous tints of autumn a… Till it seems that you can almost… There’s a solemn sort o’ stillness…

Sue’s got a baby now, an’ she Is like her mother used to be; Her face seems prettier, an’ her w… More settled-like. In these few d… She’s changed completely, an’ her…